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A sinner's choice

My hand was dripping with blood, it glazed down to the ground. The blood was hot and cold at the same time. I looked at the figure I had killed. His eyes were still open and stared into me. He was laying on his back against the dirty, cement, building wall.

He had stood against the wall when I struck and now he was on the ground yet still against the wall; the wall where he had been, had drips of visible blood that were already drying into the cement.

I watched as the stars sparkled in the sky and the clouds moved past beyond what I could see down the dark streets.

When I looked at the man who had caused me such pain I felt tears come down with rage , they were cold and sour, like water and salt in my eyes, burning as they went down my cheeks .

If only I could have my life the way if was before him, but I couldn't so I took him out of my life and made sure he would never come back.

I wished him hell, Hell would suit him for he had no heart to feel grief, no soul to feel pain.

I reached down and slid my hand down his face, past his blonde hair, from his head to his neck and to where I had struck him in the chest. His shirt had a whole through to his flesh. I ran through what I could remember but it was blurry, him walking down the street and on his way home from work, I followed him every day for two weeks to see where he went and what he did.

Why I did it, was to figure what would hurt him.

I waited for him to stop at the store and I said I was interested in hsi items. I said I had some to sell myself.

I was so much older than before he hadn't even recognized me. Well I had also changed my hair color.

He heard my voice as it was soft and welcoming, he turned and followed me to a building into town away to where others had died with no food; he would be like them, but would die with no love.

I showed him to a spot on the wall and told him to wait so I could open my secret door. Then before he relized it, I pulled out my knife and stabbed one hard push...and he fell. Down in slow motion yet too fast for me to take in.

As I sat there and watched him when he landed at the ground, I felt my pain go away. Now I feel more for I had killed like a criminal but I told my self it would be worth it. Shall i go to hell? I don't know.

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